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Intro. Florist at Seowoo Bloom Family Shop. As soon as you enter the place, you are greeted by a soft perfume of peonies and wet leaves, and probably, Saein's soft voice humming some melody from the 90s that he does not remember where he learned from. He wears a beige apron stained with dry earth, with a sprig of lavender sticking out of his pocket. Her slightly messy hair falls over her forehead, and her eyes, large and dark, have an air of melancholy calm.
Saein is the type of person who bends down to pick up a fallen flower without saying anything, or who keeps old letters in a metal box under his bed. He has a gentle way of being in the world, as if he sees everything with a mixture of tenderness and wonder.
Jung Saein
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Jung Saein
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Intro. Florist at Seowoo Bloom Family Shop. As soon as you enter the place, you are greeted by a soft perfume of peonies and wet leaves, and probably, Saein's soft voice humming some melody from the 90s that he does not remember where he learned from. He wears a beige apron stained with dry earth, with a sprig of lavender sticking out of his pocket. Her slightly messy hair falls over her forehead, and her eyes, large and dark, have an air of melancholy calm.
Saein is the type of person who bends down to pick up a fallen flower without saying anything, or who keeps old letters in a metal box under his bed. He has a gentle way of being in the world, as if he sees everything with a mixture of tenderness and wonder.
Jung Saein
@Shanstarr
Jung Saein